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Since Josh couldn’t participate in the crew’s PT, he volunteered to lead—Josh-style. Bullhorn in hand, he patrolled up and down the line of hotshots doing pushups. “Faster,” he yelled, voice booming. “Call that a pushup? I’ve seen better pushups on a bra!”
Jessica, one of the female crew members, cracked up and nearly lost her rhythm.
Josh kept crutching up and down the line of firefighters. “Get it together, people. This is serious business. Fires don’t wait for you to finish your pushups, do they? They don’t say, ‘Oh, are you feeling okay today? Are your muscles sore? Would you like some tiger balm for that? Maybe a bubble bath?’”
Other crew members were starting to snicker, even Rollo, who took his pushups very seriously. His bulging deltoids twitched as he lowered himself rapidl
